Fandom: Transformers Bayverse (POV'verse)
Authors: gatekat & prophetbot on Livejournal
Pairing: Sunstreaker/Sideswipe/Shimmerfire
Rating: NC-17 for mech/mech/femme
Codes: Slash, Het, Twincest, Mechsmut, Sparksex
Summary: Sunstreaker is having a bad day. And when he has a bad day, so does everyone else... Unless someone can turn it around.
Notes: Written in the Point of View fanverse (community. livejournal .com/tf_matrix)
"text" translated Cybertronian.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to keep repeating that I don't own the boys? Gatekat owns Shimmerfire.
Shades of Grey 2:
Sunny Side Up 1: Seeker, Lover, Mate?
There was an underlying annoyance in knowing he was more or less confined to the government appointed base set up for them. Most of the time the mech felt like he was suffocating-for lack of a better term-that when the time came to actually "transform and roll out", he was a restless hunk of energon. Sure, he had his brother to keep him company, and the countless organics roaming to and fro, but the lack of activity was making him more irritable than usual.
He could have always sought out Ironhide for possible weapons upgrades, though that would be admitting his current weapon systems were inferior. That, plus he was sure that the weapons specialist was in a "show my canons" kind of mood. Bothering Ratchet didn't seem like a good idea either, despite the fact that his right servo joints were feeling a little stiff, as the CMO tended to be busy with his socket advancements. He could always comm his brother and demand that Sideswipe entertain him until he fell into unexpected recharge mode, though he had a feeling his silver companion was almost expecting that.
"Slag him," Sunny muttered, optics flaring when he noticed that a couple of humans were watching him curiously-indicating that they knew he was speaking out loud. Warm tufts of air huffed out from his facial vents under his mouth plates, invisible yet intimidating all the same. "What, humans? Did I say something amusing?" The camo clad organics soon caught the hint that he was in a sour mood, mumbling amongst themselves as they strutted into the nearest establishment.
He tended to ignore humans if they didn't have sockets, unless, of course, they were as imprinting as Sam Witwicky and few others that he knew on a first name basis. Actually, he did have a soft underbelly when it came to offspring, but he was insistent on justifying it on the surprising fact that he was protective of innocent life. When they grew up, of course, he didn't care. Then they were just another organic without a socket.
Sunstreaker, becoming further irritated that he had unknowingly positioned himself at some kind of organic walking area of the base, set off towards the Autobot hanger, unseeingly avoiding stepping on the traffic beneath his massive feet. In fact, he was so mostly-concentrated on not stepping on them that, upon beginning to enter the hanger, embarrassingly managed to smack his forehead plating into the lower part of the roof. "Oh, for Primus's sake!" Another string of very alien cuss words strung off his vocal processor, getting louder as a chunk of the section he'd hit crumbled and mockingly dusted his armor.
"Humans really can't build anything right," a voice came from his right and well above his head, and just outside the hanger, that sounded a lot like his in tone, but with a decided femme pitch. A fraction of a nanoklik later he recognized the accent to the standard Autobot; Seeker.
Upon hearing the femme's voice, Sunstreaker gave the robotic equivalent of a snort, one that attempted to proclaim he had nothing to do with the chunk missing from the hangar, but was more than likely in vain. "They cannot build to accommodate to our height. What, do they expect us to remain in vehicle mode the entire time?"
Though humans did, however, appear to be adapting somewhat. There were new buildings in construction for their alien comfort, no matter how much the Autobots didn't feel alien to themselves. A large, yellow-bronze streaked servo lifted to flick debris away from his helmet and shoulder armor, gears whirring as his body bent back to get an optic view.
"Enjoying the view, Shimmerfire? I didn't know you were the hangar's new lookout." A robotic expression akin to semi amusement appeared on his faceplates. Not that the hangar ever had a lookout to begin with...
The large, sleek jet-former flicked her wings, causing the sunlight to play a riotous rainbow across her frame, and grinned down in amusement. "Only when there's something worth looking out for. The only two on base with the same love of deadly blades qualifies," she tapped the fifteen foot long sickle-blade integrated into her arm against the side of the hanger.
The broader mech tipped himself backwards with ease, the wheel attachments close to his ankles skidding him to a stop where he could get a full view of the Seeker. She appeared to be in a friendly mood, one he could not exactly imitate at the moment, as it was a rare occasion on its own. "Then your optics are on the right 'bot." He would have gone gung-ho and display his weapons just for the show of it, but the thought of another lecture from Prime or Prowl about potentially unnerving or frightening the humans held him back. "Care to join me on the ground before the organics start thinking I'm conversing with myself ... again?"
Shimmerfire laughed brightly. "Silver coming too?" she swung sideways and landed on heavy pedes that housed her primary engines. On the ground and side by side, he was quickly reminded of just how big Seekers were. He was a tall mech as a frontliner, but she stood more than thirty percent taller and her wings swept out as wide he was tall. A completely different mold from Starscream, or even the Seekers back on Cybertron, her wings were basically separate from her primary frame and very mobile.
Unlike the sometimes petty humans who dared to care immensely when their women were taller than them, Sunstreaker had no problem with the fact that Shimmerfire came higher. It was her mold, after all, for her workings, and his, on the other hand, were made for the benefit of his functions. "If he wants," the 'bot huffed, resuming his usual demeanor. At times, it could very well make Ironhide more approachable. He did, however, duck almost playfully out of the way, gliding on his heels just out of reach from her closest wing. "You're gonna fracture armor plating with those things one of these days. It ain't gonna be mine, but..." he trailed off, obviously proud of his own skills, despite the earlier mishap.
She grinned, bright ruby-red optics glittering nearly as her frame. "We'll just have to find out, won't we?" she nearly purred, taking a step towards the training grounds and Sideswipe. "Winner calls the berth-action?" she gave the pair a devilish grin.
Shimmerfire obviously knew the right wires to nudge, for a matter of speaking. The sun blazed mech easily met her pace, keeping just out of range of her stretched wings and every so often swiftly gliding from one of her sides to the other. His mouth plates formed a devilish smirk. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than battle, it was - as the humans put it - the horizontal tango.
"If you insist," he mused, optics blinking suspiciously as he finally allowed his blades to hiss out of their concealed cases over his mechanical wrists.
"Just what are you trying to drag me into this time, Sunny?" Sideswipe raised an optic ridge as he swiveled and joined the pair.
"Just a sparing match to decide who's in charge for the rest of the day," Shimmerfire grinned at the silver warrior, not hiding in the least that she was checking his out as much as taking his measure.
Sunstreaker would have announced that Sideswipe didn't have a choice in the matter whatever the case, but was confident that his brother would be up to a ... playful match. He raised a servo for display, nudging the tip of its blade against his scent sensor, appearing to grin when he moved the appendage away. "What do you say, Sides, care to joust for the lady? Who knows? It could even end in a draw ... if you're lucky." As usual, he was first and foremost more confident in himself.
"You I'll take down," Sideswipe snorted, his own blades snapping into place to thwack his brother's helm by going behind Shimmerfire's sleek, powerful frame. "Which means you'll really be on the bottom today."
Sunstreaker mocked a laugh, his baritone ending with a grunt after being cut off from the clang that Sideswipe created when colliding his blade with his helm. "Don't get your hopes up, Silver." His wheels revved and he circled his near identical twin, optics scoping charted territory without really needing to - he had everything memorized by now.
Shimmerfire laughed in delight at watching the playfully competitive nature of the air. "It's a pity you're ground-bound. I think I could like you two as trine."
The sun kissed mech let his optics waver from his brother's frame to the femme standing close to them, amusement once again written on his face. "It's more of a pity how picky I am. Sides knows that, don't you Sides?" he queried teasingly before gliding more or less between the two.
Shimmering, iridescent wings snapped up, high and threatening as a deep rumble emanated from her chest.
Sideswipe just shook his head. "I don't care what your co-creator was, you're all Seeker."
Seeker or not, Sunstreaker could admire the wingspan she created, not to mention the blades she carted around. Maybe not to get her rolling on the berth with them, but the optics were made to observe. "Don't act all offended," he chided, rolling back a few paces to gather the look of his brother's expression.
The silver mech shrugged too. They hadn't been created yet when the phrase 'Autobot Seekers' had became obsolete as they were down to one who tended not to fight much. But they knew plenty from the older warriors, even if all the stories could be summed up in a single phrase: To the last, Seekers were a crazy, arrogant, self-righteous breed that earned their bragging rights in the air.
Less know but still talked about was the breed's unique status as the only Cybertronians who were never given a spark and never constructed a newsparked frame. Every last one was born a fully formed second-stage frame and able to fly within days.
It creeped most non-Seekers out, but they were savagely proud of their ability to reproduce without aid and the society that had been build around it.
The tip of Sunstreaker's glossa momentarily poked out to lick his lips, staring between the two before finally swerving around his twin again. The tension that was rising was actually somewhat stimulating. "Enough talk, more play, ey?" he all but literally demanded, propping one foot up on its heel while the other kept him grounded.
"Definitely," Shimmerfire rumbled deeply, her ruby optics glittering in excitement as they finally made it to the practice grounds. Ironhide was sparing, and loosing, against Drift in one corner, but there was more than enough space for the three of them to work out their energy.
Crystalline blue optics from the sun twin flared excitedly at the thought of a battle. He took the immediate lead, eying the spar already taking place before firmly focusing on their own that was about to begin. "So, you got any rules, Shimmerfire, or do you just want to go at it until the losers cave?" He suggestively brushed plates with Sideswipe, a half scowl, half smirk on his face as he moved away and swerved to face both of them.
"Just a warning," she smirked right back and dropped in an aggressive stance with her wings wide and blades ready to parry or strike. "Break the wings and I'm not responsible for the results."
"I'll think about it," he droned thoughtfully for a brief moment, wondering if his brother would back him up should he decide to try her on that or let him take the heat on his own. Either way, it sounded like fun.
Sunstreaker attacked first, seemingly without warning, though Shimmerfire was ready for it. His pede gave him enough speed to dip under her left wing with a kind of grace as he drove at her with one blade, testing her out.
He was quickly reminded that knowing something was distracting and experiencing said distraction were two very different realities, especially when it involved your target's entire body. The tropical sun made her flash and shimmer, breaking up her outline, causing havoc with adjusting the gain on his optics and generally making her a pain to look at.
That was all when she was standing still with nothing more than the natural movement of her systems setting it off.
When she leapt to avoid his strike and drove her own blade down, it nearly forced him to reboot his optics. Only finely-honed battlefield instincts kept him from knowing what her blade felt like going through his shoulder joint. He was instinctively aware of his brother's movements as Sideswipe came at her low and fast only to snap his blade upwards with his full body at the last instant.
If she hadn't been a flier, he'd have gotten her pede just below the knee joint. Instead she twisted in the air, reminding them that even in a ground-fight, she was a creature of the skies.
A scowl formed permanently on golden mouth plates, different from the one he usually wore; this was one he donned even if the heat of battle was really a spar. Sunstreaker was doing less of admiring Shimmerfire's sheen and more of loathing the fact that it was straining the receptors in his optics.
His second blade shot from its sheath above his other wrist, needed now that he knew she was a Seeker not to be underestimated. For a moment, the golden warrior came around from behind his brother, dual blades crashing into the long, curved ones Shimmerfire sported when she came down to the ground once more.
"Oh, you're good," he growled huskily in compliment, raising his chin just above the sparks their clashing metal created.
Sunstreaker used the momentum caused from pushing away from those blades to spin himself around for a side attack, not needing his optics to tell him where his twin roamed. He barely, purposely, avoided scratching one of her extended wings and instead went for her waist, prepared to dodge via stealthy pede if necessary.
She responded as every young Seeker did; by overreacting to protect the thing worth more to her than her own spark. It put her right in Sideswipe's path and the silver warrior grinned as he drove his blade into her side. It was just deep enough to hurt, and perfectly cut to show that he'd pulled out of the strike in time to not cripple her.
Both optic ridges rose at her response. She obviously hadn't been kidding when she made the threat, though she appeared to be more initially protective of them than offensive on him for almost coming close to her wings. Which, of course, was fine with him, since it gave Sunstreaker and Sideswipe the advantage-for the moment.
"Nice one, brother."
Sunstreaker traveled behind her momentarily, keeping his optics on a low intake as her frame was beginning to sting them from the intensity of her shimmer, blades flashing while he moved a servo into an arch to clash against her impressive weapons.
They both felt the tempo pick up as she shifted from completely playful in a psychotic-warrior way to the first stage of a serious fight. It wouldn't draw Ironhide or Drift for at least three more stages, plenty of time to play with her and remind her that she might be the Seeker, but they were the best Seeker-killers the Autobots had.
"Now you're talkin'," Sunstreaker breezed, nearly literally as his words could have been carried off by the tactical movements she was making with her body. He drove his pedes harshly backwards, kicking up concrete and dirt, in order to avoid a blade to the chest plates.
He had to give her credit for knowing how to use what she had despite a lack of experience. Even being big for a Seeker, she was as fast and agile as any of them in close combat. She'd probably gotten more practice in it than most her age.
She kept her focus on Sunstreaker except when Sideswipe actually came close, took the hits and the pain without complaint and made the twins work hard for every strike given or avoided.
The deep rumbling pitch of her engine and how deadly her aimed strikes were the only indication of how far into the killing mindset she'd suck to at any given moment.
Sunstreaker's internal systems revved loudly, going for any openings Shimmerfire looked to have and was slowly getting frustrated when she countered his strikes each time. He allowed that frustration to fuel his movements, becoming less predictable and counting on his battle experience to come through for him.
~Sideswipe, distract her.~
~You got it,~ the silver mech darted in, using his own legendary speed and fast, powerful jabs to keep her attention, even accepting a slice across his shoulder for it.
While Shimmerfire was plenty distracted with his brother's sudden onslaught, Sunstreaker came around from behind her, scanning bright blue optics over her shimmering frame to find the best point of attack. ~When you see me coming, get out of the way.~
He backed up several paces and used the speed that his pede gave him as momentum to slam his heavy frame into her, thankfully managing to avoid direct contact with her wings as he wasn't keen on being sent to Ratchet for repairs. Whether or not she fell due to the collision was irrelevant; he had simply wanted to alarm her enough to bring up both blades and edge them dangerously close to the firm cables of her neck.
Despite outweighing him and his brother combined, his momentum combined with her being airborne sent her to the dirt on her chest. Shimmerfire snarled, her blades retracted before she hit, and she was immediately pushing up hard to knock him off and allow herself to get up.
"Hey, hey," Sunstreaker warned, grunting when one of her elbows managed to knock him right below the chassis. He emitted a growl, pressing both blades against her neck without puncturing but with enough pressure to get his point across. "If you keep struggling and make me slip, that's your fault."
There was a pause where she froze and really assessed the situation.
Slowly, she tipped her head back and slid her wings towards her body in a mixture of grounder and Seeker displays of submission.
"I yield," she granted him victory, a hint of approval in her voice.
Sunstreaker kept his position until those confirming words left her vocal processor, and after grunting in satisfaction, the golden frontliner swiftly released Shimmerfire and stood. He gave the Seeker a calculative stare.
"Not bad. I doubt I would have gotten that chance if Silver wasn't distracting you." After a few nanokliks of hesitation, he surprised himself and offered her a servo to help her upright.
She looked just as surprised, resetting her optics once before accepting the hand. It didn't matter to anyone that he didn't have the mass to brace her properly, much less pull her to her pedes. All that mattered was the intent behind the gesture as she stood up and regained her balance. "Your reputation is accurate," she dipped her wings briefly in a respectful motion as the disorienting effect of her skin diminished to it's normal iridescent sheen.
"And mine doesn't?" Sideswipe glowered at her.
Shimmerfire chuckled and gave him a grin. "You did damage. He pinned me. Take your pick which is more important."
The golden warrior knew he would have had a much harder time if his brother hadn't been there to back him up, and he was sort of counting on it. "Next time we can see what happens one on one, if you're up to it." His pride called for knowing what would happen if he didn't have his other half aiding him.
"Always," Shimmerfire grinned, her wings flicking in her eager excitement. "Not many around here'll let loose with me like that."
He snorted again, blades retracting to their respectful places above his wrists. "Speaking of damage, no one is bad enough to need to pay Ratchet a visit, right?" His optics fell to glance upon his brother's shoulder, even knowing it was a minor injury that self-repair would handle in a few orns. Then his gaze moved onto Shimmerfire once more. She'd been scratched up, her side oozed energon along the first, and deepest, gash, but it wasn't anything a warrior would go to the medic for.
"I'm good," Sideswipe shook his head, easily rolling around to check out their prize.
"Minor damage," she answered, responding to his look with subtle shifts to show off clean lines and wide, sleek wings; the attractive traits to a Seeker's mind. "Self-repair will do just fine."
"Good," the golden frontliner eased his optics onto Shimmerfire as she showed herself off, a half smirk settling on his face plates. "Because either of you would have been clipped if it was otherwise."
Warrior or not, he still had a protective streak over Sideswipe, not that a little scratch was anything to worry about. After a few moments of observing, he neared the Seeker, eying the energon coating a part of her armor plating.
"Now, you said something about the winner getting to be in charge?" Sideswipe rumbled as he rolled up behind her to graze his fingers along her spinal strut, causing her wings to shiver faintly.
"That was the bet," she murmured, pressing lightly into the touch as her optics dimmed in pleasure.
Sunstreaker paid careful attention to the way Shimmerfire's body reacted to his brother's touch, faintly entertained as she rumbled approval and encouragement. It was especially good knowing what was to come. "In that case, I say our quarters." This was going to be fun; he could tell already. If Shimmerfire was anything in the berth like she was in battle, they were going to enjoy themselves.
His optics brightened in anticipation, pedes kicking up stray debris from their sparring match as he started towards the officer barracks.
Sideswipe continued to stroke her body as he rolled along next to her, guiding her to follow his brother even as he distracted her from walking. He leaned forward to lick a bit of the energon from the gash he'd inflicted, now sealed off by her self-repair systems.
As they neared the barracks, Sunstreaker slowed his pace until he was gliding evenly on the Seeker's other side, sneaking a servo down to brush over her aft, an action that brought him to create a light hum of approval. It had been a while since they had brought a femme to the berth with them.
~And never one this big and strong,~ Sideswipe rumbled in approval across the twin bond as they approached their door. ~I think the rumors about Seekers being interface-nuts just might be true.~
They crossed the threshold and Sunstreaker wasted no time in heading directly for the berthroom. ~All the more fun for us,~ he agreed, swiveling from Shimmerfire's side and urging her closer to the berth. Once she was seated, he began roaming expert fingers across her body experimentally, shifting so that Sideswipe had room to do the same.
He had a hunch that Shimmerfire's wings would be just as sensitive as, say, his pede. Sunstreaker leaned beside her on the berth, gripping lightly at her shoulder while he ran his glossa over the sweet metal of her right wing.
The shuttering moan that escaped her and the light press of her wing towards him was all the confirmation he needed.
Sideswipe grinned and climbed on the berth to nuzzle her neck and play light fingers across the backs of both wings. "She makes such pretty sounds," he rumbled playfully before leaning forward to nip at her neck.
Sunstreaker chuckled lowly in response to his brother's comment, grazing his glossa over the more sensitive areas on her wings, close to the junction on her back. His fingers were digging into dips in her armor where he could stroke them against the wiring beneath. "Let's see how many she can make."
A low, hungry rumbling whine escaped her and she reached out to pull Sunstreaker into her lap and tried to kiss him, her optics already a deep red with lust. Sunstreaker's engine revved beneath his plating, a warm thrum as he pressed his bulk against her and crushed their mouth plates together.
His glossa invaded her mouth without warning, seeking her taste and offering that of his own. The golden warrior used one hand to grip at her helm, the other fondling the curve of the wing closest to him.
Shimmerfire moaned into his mouth, willingly dueling with his glossa as she stroked his back, probing seams in his armor with slender fingers. She shuddered and nearly cried out when Sideswipe got his fingers into the joint where wings met back.
The consistent noises she made were trapped against Sunstreaker's mouth while he sought to completely dominate her glossa. After a few kliks, the golden warrior licked across her denta before roughly pulling back. He puffed out heated air as both servos drifted down her thin waist, gripping the smooth metal on either side and glancing between them to watch as he managed to shift between her parted legs.
Shimmerfire whined at the loss of his mouth and warmth against her chest, but Sideswipe quickly distracted her with cleaver fingers in her wing-joints. She spread her legs for Sunstreaker willingly, her systems already running hot. The change in position brought a whispered scent of lubricant to the twins.
Once he was mostly settled, he did return the warmth of his chassis against hers, since she seemed to miss the contact. Sunstreaker's hands, however, worked lower than her waist, using a clawed finger to lightly tap her interface covering and chuckling after he snuffed at the air. "Get a whiff of that, Silver," he mused, teasingly moving both servos to pinch the delicate wires behind Shimmerfire's kneecaps.
"Smells good," Sideswipe rumbled, revving his engine against her back until she almost keened in arousal.
She tipped her head back, exposing her throat to Sunstreaker fully, and rested it against Sideswipe's shoulder. Slender clawed fingers dipped into fine seams across Sunstreaker's back as she slid her interface cover open with a soft click. Without hesitation her spike began to pressurize as her valve oozed lubricant.
"Slag yeah it does," Sunstreaker gave out absently, eying the thick cables of her neck possessively when she exposed them to him. He gruffly rushed forward, biting down on the more sensitive areas and licking away the beads of energon he might have extracted from clenching his denta too hard.
The smell only increased from there, driving half of the golden frontliner's attention from her throat so he could bring one servo from the back of her knee and tease the outer rim of her valve with a couple fingers.
She shuddered and whined needily at the rough attention, and spread her legs further apart for him. Her wings trembled in anticipation as she leaned back, though Sideswipe's frame stopped her from going all the way down.
"I think she wants you," the silver warrior snickered against her neck.
"Oh, you think?" Of course Sunstreaker knew, but when someone was begging for him like this, he couldn't help but drag it out.
The golden mech leaned back again, admiring the view as he pressed the width of his thumb in and out of her valve a couple of times. Suddenly that wasn't enough; he wanted in. Growling lightly, Sunstreaker retracted the metal covering of his interface panel and sighed in relief when his spike revealed itself.
With Shimmerfire's natural lubricant, he wasted no time in plunging his spike into her, his optics off-lining as a deep groan unfurled from the depths of his circuitry.
"Yessss," she hissed, her valve clenching tightly around him even as she pulled him in for another hard, hungry kiss.
This time when she tried to lay back Sideswipe let her and settled hear her head to stroke her wings.
"What was that, 'Fire?" Sunstreaker smirked, but her tightness despite the lubricant drove his features to contort as another moan erupted from his vocal processor. "Pit... Frag, she's tight," he grumbled, optics flickering.
The golden mech pushed past her tightness literally, bucking his hips into her and grabbing her legs to tuck between his elbows as leverage.
"Harder!" she keened, arching sharply as the pleasure hit her systems fully. She tightened her legs around him and bucked into his thrusts.
"Damn she needs a good frag," Sideswipe purred hotly, his own systems already running hot at watching the scene.
Sunstreaker was slowly unraveling, his coherency giving a turn for the worst when he instead switched to saying naughty things in Cybertronian. In response to her plea, he not only picked up the pace but roughly forced himself as deep as he could go within her heated, tight valve.
~Are you just gonna watch?~ the golden mech hissed through their bond without really meaning to, running his glossa over Shimmerfire's chin and grunting heavily against her whenever she tightened over his spike.
~Where do you want my spike the most?~ Sideswipe rumbled hotly.
Crystalline optics flicked towards the silver mech, another string of now nearly incoherent Cybertronian leaving him that could be roughly translated to hotfucktightsogood. Sunstreaker was somewhat aware that his security systems were warning him that he was beginning to overheat.
~Surprise me.~ There was a hint of amusement drifting across their bond until it was completely taken over by rough pleasure.
Sideswipe grinned, retracted his interface panel and pushed his brother's head back so he could settle over Shimmerfire's face. "Lick, pretty one," he crooned to her and was immediately rewarded by the Seeker's glossa plunging into his slick valve.
Sunstreaker grumbled when he was forced to lean back, instead distracting himself with clutching Shimmerfire's thighs and dragging her against him to meet his thrusts.
Then he grabbed his brother's head fins and pulled him down, against his fully pressurized spike's tip while he rubbed the sensitive vents. "Suck me off, bro."
He was in mid thrust when Sideswipe grabbed at him, ripping a moan from his vocal processor, but his silver warrior knew he loved it rough and demanding. Sunstreaker kept his pace with the femme's hips as he took all of his brother's spike into his mouth with ease thanks to vorns of experience.
"Oh yeah," Sideswipe rumbled, rocking his hips in time with Sunstreaker's movements. Even though he wasn't really controlling his brother's head, he came close enough to trigger all the right subroutines and make the golden warrior shiver.
The pleasure Sunstreaker felt from the femmebot's valve aided him in moaning loudly, causing the vibration from it to thrum over Sideswipe's spike in his mouth. He grazed his denta over the slick sides of it, cheek plates shifting inwards while he gave a powerful suck.
Sunstreaker could feel a spasm shuddering up through his spinal struts until it brought a pleasant shiver out of him. In a way, both he and his brother were such cheats; they knew exactly what to do to each other.
Below them Shimmerfire trembled and keened, her pleasure quickly escalating as she stroked the pair. With her overload quickly approaching, instinct took over and her chest plates unlocked to slide open, bathing the pair in the brilliant blue light of her pulsing spark.
The sudden light beneath him momentarily surprised the mech. He was a bit hardened when it came to spark merges, being the sociopath that he was. Generally, the only mech he felt he could be completely open with was his brother for obvious reasons. ~What...?~
~She must really like you,~ Sideswipe crooned encouragingly despite his own surprise. ~Go on, bro. If anybody can accept you, it's this one.~
Sunstreaker's spark fluttered uncomfortably, hesitant for stubborn reasons. He was sobering slowly, although his body refused to let up on the aches and pains of ecstasy.
~Don't sound so confident,~ he growled in return, jerking his hips almost angrily and sparking the return of his rhythm. His glossa rubbed into the tip of Sideswipe's spike.
Eventually, he did give in. The thought of a spark merge and the pleasure it brought was too tempting to ignore, and he had control over himself when he really put his processor to it. Sunstreaker's optics offlined as a hiss indicated the parting of his chest plates, and a returning glow of a sun kissed spark accompanied the tender blue.
The first touch of her spark, just a slender tendril reaching out for his, was a mindless rush of pure pleasure that nearly sent all three over the edge.
Then came the sense of Shimmerfire. Her youth, younger than even they'd anticipated with only a handful of vorns in her adult frame. The feel of wind sliding against sensor-rich wings with a heady pleasure that wasn't arousal. Her draw to them as powerful warriors with sleek frames built for speed. Her frustration with the Aerialbots and Tread Bolt. Hatred for Starscream and desire for the Winglord to sire her young. Thoughts of little Seekers flitting around, already capable fliers less than a vorn after birth.
~Frag, she's not shielding at all,~ Sideswipe nearly panicked at the realization.
So many sudden images, thoughts and emotions clouded his processor, completely Shimmerfire, and that was only a mere tendril of touch between their sparks. Out of reflex, he managed to focus on his brother's voice and jerked back, ripping the contact apart between his spark and hers.
She snarled, inarticulate, at the sudden loss just as her systems were really revving up, but didn't try to stop him from pulling away.
~No more,~ he snapped, pulling his mouth plates away from Sideswipe's spike just as his chest plates closed firmly. Already sensing some form of disappointment, he reached up and pulled his brother down, trapping similar lips against his own and dominating that mouth out of sheer frustration for nearly letting himself go.
Shimmerfire didn't seem to be reacting because she had been planning it, so Sunstreaker couldn't really blame her for it. His hips crashed into hers again. The memories that weren't his were still swimming around in his processor, frustrating him further. ~Need you.~
~Anytime, bro,~ Sideswipe murmured across their bond and slid his chest plates open without hesitation. ~You know I love it.~
This time Sunstreaker's chest plates hissed open quicker than the hesitance with Shimmerfire, anticipating the close, intimate contact with his brother. Pressing chassis to chassis, the golden mech moaned loudly in satisfaction while their pulsing sparks eagerly reached out to meet each other with more familiarity than any bonded pair. After all, their sparks were literally reaching out for the rest of itself.
The soothing familiarity quickly pushed the alien chaos of Shimmerfire out of his awareness and he lost track of much of what was going on. There was just his brother he was kissing and the hot valve he was thrusting into and the pleasure building in both frontliners' frames.
~Love you, bro,~ Sideswipe moaned against him, shuddering as Shimmerfire's tongue worked his valve and her hand came up to work his abandoned spike.
Sunstreaker gave enough thought to buck against Shimmerfire, but nothing else filled his processor more than purely the missing part of his spark that he was now connected to.
Golden servos gripped gently at his brother's helm, rolling their glossa together and rapidly falling apart under the pleasure he couldn't even begin to describe. ~I love you,~ Sunstreaker managed to put the thought together, coupled with the ongoing Cybertronian passing between them affectionately.
There was really nothing that quite compared to this, especially to an egotistical sociopath like Sunstreaker.
Sideswipe lost his battle to delay overload first. He didn't even know if it was his brother's mouth, his spark, Shimmerfire's mouth or hand that finally set him off. All he knew for a split-nanoklik before everything went white with the overload was that this was good and he wanted it again.
Were Sunstreaker not processor deep in his brother's spark, he would have waited until Shimmerfire had her overload, but came a fraction of a nanoklik after he felt Sideswipe overload. Experience kept him from needing to offline momentarily, but his sensors went haywire and everything felt upside down and inside out.
He managed to stabilize with the constant thrum of their sparks, coming back to reality with enough thought process to rest his forehead plates against his brother's. "Slag, that was amazing." Sunstreaker could faintly hear the click of his engine fans attempting to cool his frame. ~But you're always amazing.~
~Mmm, we are always amazing,~ Sideswipe hummed in contentment.
The pair were still coming down when they felt Shimmerfire's hand reach up to stroke and tease them, trying to draw at least a little attention her way.
~You want to finish her?~ Sideswipe asked with a lingering kiss.
Sunstreaker glanced down at the femme underneath them, an amused snort leaving him as he licked at Sideswipe's mouth. ~She'll never know what hit her.~
He nipped at his brother's mouth plates before slipping lower, ducking underneath Sideswipe's legs to greet Shimmerfire. "Miss me?" he asked huskily, swiftly pulling out of her valve and shifting out from on top of her. "Okay, let's switch, bro. I get her mouth, you get her valve. That okay with you, 'Fire?" Not that it mattered, since they won their rights to be in charge.
She nodded, keeping the whine at being pulled out of under control as she watched them move. Her systems were screaming for an overload she was too close to to easily dissipate and her core programming was calling just as loudly to try for a spark-merge with the silver one after the tiny taste she'd had of the golden one.
Sideswipe was between her legs, his hand sliding along her spike before driving his into her valve until their bodies clanked together sharply.
A smirk adorned Sunstreaker's face plates as he stroked his spike to full length one more, prodding at the Seeker's mouth with its tip as he moved to get a good angle.
She opened her mouth to take him in with out hesitation, tipping her head back to give a cleaner angle down the intake tube in her throat and stretched her glossa out to swirl around the hard, golden length.
Sideswipe moaned at the sight as he began to thrust, hard, deep and fast against her trembling frame.
Sunstreaker gritted his denta, holding back his noises simply so he could hear the pretty ones that Shimmerfire and Sideswipe made together. He couldn't help an initial buck from the attention her mouth gave him. "Slag ... It's tight here, too," he mused. His vents gave a shudder when she constricted her throat tubing around the invasion and tried to suck him further in.
The golden mech's optics off-lined again, allowing his other sensors to pick up all the pleasure for him, heightened from not putting equal power into those he usually saw with.
Sideswipe groaned with a nod, his body all too aware that she was entirely too close to last until he was ready to overload again.
"Open up, babe," the silver warrior reached forward to tap her chest plates. He wasn't sure to be concerned or honored when they opened before he'd even finished speaking. Either way, he unlocked his own chest plates, bathing her in the golden glow that matched his twin's, and lowered his chest to hers.
Faintly aware that he was overheating again, Sunstreaker's optics flared to life once more when he heard his brother's voice, an excited anticipation rising at being able to see him unfold at this perspective.
Mentally, he stayed far away from their connection, simply enjoying the sight of it and using it as further motivation to slowly thrust inside of her mouth. "Close," he growled.
Shimmerfire wrapped her thick legs around Sideswipe's, helping him thrust into her harder and locking him against her frame. Her hands came up to help guide Sunstreaker hips, urging him to thrust harder down her open throat.
He could feel her tremble around his spike, feel her squeeze and shiver around his brother's.
The overload cascaded across her systems first, sending an intensely powerful rush of energy into Sideswipe's spark that made his body arch sharply to press his chest against hers even more and his hips against hers as hard as possible. The silver warrior whined, clutching at her blindly as his systems overloaded, shunting the power into her as the universe whited out and his systems responded to the demands of the spark linked to his for every scrap of charge it could spare.
Once he could almost literally feel their sensations of overloads, Sunstreaker followed suit, a deep series of moans strung out from his vocal processor as he tossed his head back and spurted his transfluid into her hot, awaiting mouth with every grind of his hips forward.
He took deep intakes from the warmed air around them, rapping his claw tipped digits lightly over Shimmerfire's helm to coax his spike out of her mouth.
She moaned, but relaxed her throat tubing and opened her mouth to allow him to slide out more easily, licking it along the way as best her still-disoriented systems could manage. When Sideswipe began to lift his chest away, she wrapped both arms around him, trying to hold him against her as her systems began to rev again.
"Let go," Sideswipe's tone was a deadly demand, but her compliance, however reluctant, brought relief as both sets of chest plates closed.
Sunstreak's optics hardened suddenly from the tone his brother had to use in order to relieve himself of Shimmerfire's grip, only slightly easing afterward. He slipped further down the berth and pressed a possessive kiss to his brother's lips that was eagerly returned. ~She's a weird one.~
~She's a Seeker, and a damn young one at that,~ Sideswipe reminded him, but with the words came things he'd learned in the merge. The strongest of which was just how much she, and Seekers in general, were driven by their core programming to a level unheard of in other mechs. ~The joke about them being bird-brains and not real Cybertronians wasn't that far off. She wants 'babies' and likes us for the job.~
Sunstreaker peered down at Shimmerfire observantly, watching her watch them until she cracked and reached for them again, brushing her fingers along his hip in a silent request for more.
He snorted audibly, turning his head to nip at one of Sideswipe's audio receptors. ~I ain't giving her any babies, that's for sure. But I guess she's not through yet. I could finish her off if you don't want anymore.~ Sunstreaker growled, a low rumble as his engine revved when she managed to slip her fingers against tender wires on his waist.
~It's not like we could even if we wanted to,~ Sideswipe reminded him without trying to hide the wistful longing in his spark. ~Go ahead, bro. She won't try for a spark-merge with you again.~
Sunstreaker frowned immensely, torn at not being able to give his brother what he wanted.
~It's okay, bro,~ Sideswipe immediately responded with a kiss to his head fin. ~You can't change what we are.~
Sunstreaker dipped his head and kissed silver shoulder plating before moving back over Shimmerfire, this time aligning himself so that his spike and valve were close to her mouth plates, and hers to his. His glossa gave her spike a long, feathered lick while two fingers worked her slick valve.
She shivered and immediately mimicked his actions, though she took his spike's tip into her mouth and swirled her glossa around it after that first lick to slowly work it down her intake.
He tried not to dwell on thoughts for the moment, instead focusing on shoving a forefinger deeply into her valve and smirking against her spike when she clenched it. The golden mech grazed his denta over the pressurized tip and hummed against it in a moan while she worked his own. He felt her shiver under him and suck harder when pressing her fingers deeper before sliding them out to press into his valve again.
He felt her shiver under him and suck harder while pressing her fingers deeper before sliding them out to press into his valve again.
The golden mech bucked without thinking, his heated engine thrumming as the bulk of his body pressed down against hers. She warmed him in turn, leaving nearly every sensation overwhelming his sensors. He sucked over her spike, pressing a third digit into her valve.
She rocked into the motion, squeezing around his fingers even as she tried to push them in deeper. A third finger pressed into Sunstreaker's valve as his spike disappeared completely into her mouth and town her intake tube. She sucked eagerly, working her throat around his spike as worked his valve with her fingers, seeking out sensor nodes in the slick space to rub.
A deep growl of pleasure left him greedy for more, his hips pulsing to wedge his spike as far as it would go into her mouth while he did the same for hers, only bobbing his head so that he could create friction with his sucks. Cooling fans were working overtime on both parts, trying to bring them down from the overload they both knew was coming.
She rocked her hips, trying to increase the friction as she moved her head and hand to increase his. A deep, low groan rumbled through her entire frame as base programming took over with the first powerful tendrils of overload curling through her frame.
Sunstreaker could feel his own valve clenching over her claw-tipped fingers and his own engine roaring between them as the fans were no longer working to try and cool him. He swallowed every last drop of transfluid her spike gave to him, his own hips jerking as his overload ripped through him like a stroke of lightning.
Slowly, he recovered, rolling off Shimmerfire to land beside her on the wide berth, grunting lightly with a mixture of satisfaction and irritation. "Slag it, my fans stopped working."
"I can look," she offered, closing her interface panel and sitting up as she twisted around on the berth to face him.
~Or it's Ratchet,~ Sideswipe added, a hand on his shoulder.
Sunstreaker looked up when Shimmerfire offered, his spike retracting before he allowed his interface panel to hiss shut as well. "Yeah, if you think you can do anything about it," he mumbled, optics shifting to his brother's hand. ~Like Pit I would go to Ratchet with glitching fans when I smell like 'facing. That's a lecture waiting to happen.~
"I had to fix my carrier's a couple times, and mine," she said with a flick of her wings. "Open up," she asked politely.
The golden frontliner hummed in acknowledgment, the armor plating shifting just below his chassis to reveal the complex wiring and mechanics beneath. From there, one could actually see the bottom of his spark chamber, but he was content with it completely closed off and safe.
She didn't seem to be paying it any attention as she spotted the first of two fans near his engine that had stopped spinning.
"It's hot," he lightly complained, optics narrowed on Shimmerfire and turning to his brother beside him.
"Your fans aren't working and you need them," she chided him as long, slender fingers began to check wires and whether the fan could physically move. "Of course it's hot."
Sunstreaker snorted, though mildly amused at how much she could talk now that they didn't have her pinned to the berth. "I know, hence complaining," he informed her, sounding completely serious, which was one awkward way he expressed his humor.
Sideswipe shook his head slightly and simply watched as she made methodical progress through the possible causes that were within her skill-base to troubleshoot.
Sunstreaker sighed in contentment when the off-lined fans, one by one, began to power up again, albeit weaker than normal. He was just glad to get cooler, since too much heat made him uncomfortable.
"Thanks," he grunted. "Maybe after some recharge tonight, they'll be good as new." He hoped so, since paying Ratchet a visit for malfunctioning engine fans weren't his forte.
"As long as you don't stress them before that, they should," Shimmerfire said as she backed away and let him close his chassis. "Very minor damage." She cocked her head slightly. "Has it happened before?"
"No, not that I can recall." Sunstreaker shook his head, reaching a servo up rub along one of his head fins. "I probably just need a tune up sometime. This planet's dust must be wearing me down."
Shimmerfire snorted. "This place is more than enough to wear any systems down. Ratchet's going to need a dozen more medics to cover all the basic maintenance we'll need."
The golden warrior groaned from agreement, shaking his head in distaste. "It's no wonder they call the planet Earth. It's everywhere. Fragging annoying, if you ask me." He glanced at his brother again. ~You're awfully quiet. What are you thinking about?~
~Nothing important,~ Sideswipe shook his head faintly.
Sunstreaker was caught in a frowning scowl, prodding lightly at his brother through their bond. Sometimes "nothing important" ended up being something entirely important, and he didn't like Sideswipe keeping things from him if they were.
"Even in the upper atmosphere," Shimmerfire grumbled before slipping of the berth to stretch and flex her entire frame. "Anyone joining me in the wash racks?"
"Like I said, 'Fire, it's everywhere," he huffed. The golden frontliner's hydraulics whirred as he shifted, optics flicking over her shimmering frame. "I think I might as well. Maybe a wash is all my fans need; fragging Earth grime."
~Just thinking too much about what can't happen,~ Sideswipe elaborated and stood with his brother before leading the way to their private wash racks, one of the luxuries they hadn't had in a very long time. "And we all definitely need a good wash."
Sunstreaker's optics narrowed for good reason, his spark settling uncomfortably in its chamber. Sideswipe had been more contemplative on the subject than he ever had since joining Prime on Earth. It was partially - no, mostly - his fault that he couldn't even agree to a socket to share. But even so, Sideswipe had a yearning for something Sunstreaker couldn't give him.
~We'll talk later,~ he promised, catching his brother in a brief kiss, as if that alone would seal the deal. Sunstreaker followed to two, eagerly in favor of being clean.
